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Pay your respects to a greater intellect |
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You're just a pawn, does this confession turn you on? |
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I know your kind, you'd do me from behind |
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And when everybody stares, their eyes will bare the sharpest glare |
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Everybody knows beneath your clothes |
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Starring at your toes is just a pose |
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Everybody good knows how hard you blow |
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Everybody knows |
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You did me wrong, I grinned and played along |
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Those days are gone, does this confession turn you on? |
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I'd see you stoned, lawn chair to gilded throne |
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You cut your tiny ties and now you're dangling by a lie |
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Everybody knows beneath your clothes |
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Starring at your toes is just a pose |
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Everybody good knows how hard you blow |
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Everybody knows |
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You think you're Jesus Christ |
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You're not my Jesus Christ |
